Saturday, December 6, 2008

Copse

. . . "I'm out of here."The two women looked up, surprised and watched Joe storm out the bar. As soon as the cold winter air hit his face, Joe felt better, he knew that he was in control of the situation. He knew exactly where he was heading. To the copse behind The Neptune Bar and Tea Room. He'd had a bug on Violet's phone for some time now. The box was going to make his fortune because in that box was a miracle recipe for an anti-aging face mask that Violet had been using for the last 10 years, Christ, he thought, she doesn't look a day older than 16. It was his mother's recipe and Violet had stolen it.As he approached the copse he could see a flash of torch-light. Randy. Randy was a major obstacle but this time Randy's time was up.Joe felt for his...

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Welcome to Burning Lines - an online writing group. This is something of an experiment for December - a group of writers and artists who have met online creating an entirely new collaborative piece of fiction. If it goes well, we'll try a different theme/genre each month, selected by each of the group members in turn.

The rules are simple - there are no rules. It's for fun, and completely freeform. The contributors can upload fiction, illustrations, photos, music, video clips if they want to, anything that contributes to the story we are telling - and write two or two thousand words, drop by once or everyday. The contributors can dive into the story whenever they feel like it. If each post ends with a question or challenge - or mid sentence - so that the next person posting has something to work with that will help the story flow.